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︎ Random poem
MAY 23, 2022
My table is as extendable as the equator
call out all witnesses
you have all seen food being multiplied
- holy holy holy -
and bottomless wine bottles pouring
It is her (she’ll deny it tho)
who hosts the miracles
My love is wide, not tall
warm and steamy
and pourous and light and
so slippery to hold.
Friends came in through windows and down from tress to raise glasses to this serenity well that bursted through our wall
O meu coração é grande muito grande
num coração cabe muita coisa.
My love is an island/ isola/ islanded/ isolada
I float around it with an undying youth/ an overpowering lightness and a heartbreaking surrender.